
Sonnet: The Lantern and the Shadow
I held your name like flame within my chest, A flicker dancing through the hush of years, Its warmth a balm, its glow a soft unrest— A light that drew both laughter and my tears.
The nights grew long where memory took root, Each echo stitched with threads of what we were. Your voice, a ghost in every fallen fruit, Your touch, a whisper in the winter's blur.
Yet love is not a lantern made to last— It burns, it dims, it teaches how to see. The smoke it leaves is holy from the past, A veil between what was and what might be.
So let me dream, though shadows stretch and bend— The light was real. The dark does not pretend.
About the Creator
Ceaser Greer Jr
I didn’t choose the fire. It found me—through heartbreak, addiction, rejection, and the weight of generational curses. But I learned to walk through it, not just to survive, but to understand. Every scar became a sentence.
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